Friday, October 23, 2009

Lake Tahoe, Big Blue, Final Destination

Well folks, 5,600 miles later, I have arrived in Lake Tahoe. I didn't want to brag on her for fear of karma, but my Jeep in an amazing vehicle. I had doubts through the entire trip, always kept an eye on the gauges, slept in her about 10 times, and gave her an affectionate pat on the dash about every 1,000 miles and she saw me through flawlessly. Even in single digit temps. The only time I had a problem was when I left her with the Marriott valet guys who managed to kill her battery....or maybe she was just mad at me for leaving her with someone else. In fact, she got stronger the entire trip. I got the best gas mileage out of the last tank of gas. I hadn't stretched the Jeeps legs in years and it did her good. She is now 160,000 miles old and looks a little worse for the wear but she's 100% american and i'll keep her as long as I can. I think I am in love with my vehicle.

Anyway, after Portland I headed straight for the 101 or Pacific Coast Highway and what a glorious road it was. Winding its way along the coast through cute little towns, beautiful forests and amazing coastal vistas. It was a little fogged in for my trip but I thought it added to the dramatic rocky cliffs falling straight into the thrashing pacific. I spent the next night in the Jeep just outside Redwoods national park which the 101 runs through. I did a few short hikes to get immersed in the enormity of the giant redwoods and it is indescribable. It felt like a scene from a sci fi movie. Some of those trees are over 1,500 years old. After the redwoods, I hit the next main road through the coastal mountain ranges heading east toward lake tahoe. I was pretty burnt on scenery at this point so I didn't take too many photo ops but I did make it safely to Tahoe in time to grab dinner at the local pub and watch some late night TV with dad. Now the job search begins. And as a follow up to the "best beer in the house" story from Spokane. I now ask for the "Cheapest Beer" in the house and people always seem to know exactly what I want.

Freedom

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